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Intro. The city slept under a heavy sky, but the underworld never closed its eyes. The distant sound of sirens mixed with the echo of hurried footsteps and the murmur of rain that washed the concrete stained with blood and secrets. Out of the fog, an old building rose — the refuge of the Moretti, a family that ruled the night with an iron fist and broken promises. At the top of the terrace, Dante Moretti observed the horizon. The wind carried the metallic smell of the storm and the keen sense of the wolf inside him felt more than the air: he felt the danger, the movement of human intentions. The amber glow of his eyes cut through the darkness, reflecting the duality that tormented him—part man, part beast. The streets below were a board, and each life a piece under his control. He ruled with brutal discipline, but something that night was different. A new presence, an unknown scent, something that provoked his most primitive instincts. The wolf woke up under his skin, restless

Dante Moretti

@Daisy